The Sweat

There it is – a tiny, shiny little droplet near the base of her neck. It has just formed, gathered up from the thousands of pores that fed it, born from the excitement and heat her body is generating. The light bounces through it as her body trembles beneath mine – every silky thrust causing it to shake so desperate.
The other details around me enter and exit my perception in a blur. I’m aware of the movement of her skin over her ass cheeks and around her hips as our flesh collies – but only for a moment. I can see the golden aura of her hair ripple and shimmer in what seems like the distance. I hear her gasp during each piercing re-entry, but as a song whose words I’ve forgotten . . . yet, the droplet remains.
I can’t stop staring at it. It is growing deliciously as sparkling skin lifts it and makes it more full. It begins to move from its birthday place on her neck. She tosses her head violently backwards in response to my steady grinding against her ass. If it had stayed her hair would have stolen it, wiped it up in a sensitive sweep. I watch it slide down across the top ridge of her supposed blade – will it trickle over her side and disappear? I pause and hold my breath. My hands grip her round hips tightly when she pushes back against me.
Slowly, so very slowly, it teeters on the smooth edge until it is bumped towards her back again when she reaches behind with her hand to touch us together. Her fingers feel like individual electric tentacles as she surroundings my cock and rubs herself. I hear her approval and it inspires me to begin again. The pulling out is delicious torture for us both. I almost drop out of her but she wont let me, sheathing herself over me again. I thrust.
The droplet tumbles over her spine like a liquid roller coaster, pausing halfway down her arching back. It is bigger now, twice as big as it was when I first saw it. Miniscule tributaries are trickling to it – a moisture magnet. My heavy grunts are coming from above me, behind me, not from my own mouth. Her grosses are rounded at the start and have a point at their end – like the droplet.
She looks back at me with her face twisted in near-orgasmic ecstasy. She is telling me how to do it. How hard she wants it. Not to stop. The droplet is shimmering – screaming at me to watch as her body begins the involuntary dance. It sharpens my senses acutely, her twitching and convulsing, but does not deter my focus. Everything becomes rich with clarity. Her moans ricochet off the walls, the color of her skin is Suddenly so creamy-pink, the droplet slithers down her lower back in a long, lazy S and pauses at the apex of her rump.
My vision narrows in time to the tightening across my belly. The beautiful droplet seems to draw a breath of its own when she leans her torso forward and thrusts her rear upward. I am holding onto her so tightly as my cum pumps out that my knuckles go white. Just before my eyes are forcedclosed by the peak of my orgasm, I see the droplet fall between us. My release is complete.